Brandi Vaughn wishes she could stand out. She’d do anything
to get out from behind the shadow of her socialite family—which now includes
Dani, her half-sister, recently discovered to be the most powerful vampire
known to their kind.

But Brandi is more extraordinary than anyone realizes. The
fiery young vamp has a secret elemental power—an inner flame that she must keep
under control so as not to reveal herself to the dangerous rogue vampire
targeting exceptional talents like hers. But when two desperate followers of
the Rogue attempt to kidnap Dani during her wedding ceremony, Brandi lets loose
with a pyrotechnic display that doesn’t go unnoticed…

As the vampire nation comes face-to-face with the threat of
the Shade army, Brandi is caught in an emotional tug of war between the light
and the dark. Torn between the affections of lovers from both factions, she
will need to choose who to trust with her heart: a warrior or a rogue.

I was born and raised in Baltimore, Maryland and now I live
not far from my birth place in Perry Hall, Maryland. I have two teenage
daughters and a man that keep me busy when I'm not working full-time as a Certified
Medical Coder. I'm an avid reader and I love all genre of romantic fiction from
historical to contemporary to paranormal. Sleeping has always been a problem
for me so most nights I can be found in the living room reading or writing
instead of in bed like the rest of the world. I don't watch television. It's
not a conscious decision, it just never occurs to me to turn it on when I have
books to read and writing to do. It can actually be a hazard, because I never
know what the weather will be until I look outside and I have to rely on my
kids and coworkers for local and world news. I love creating the characters you
love and love to hate. My characters remind me of people I know and people I
wish I had never known.

“I wasn’t expecting this to be so much of a
party.”I laughed, nodding towards the people holding red cups. “It looks as if
there should be a keg here.”

Ryker pointed
to a silver Chevy behind us. The back was open, and in the bed of the truck was
a large keg complete with a rowdy group of people.

I laughed. “So you’re a big shot
around here then, huh?”

Ryker chuckled
quietly and looked down at his shoes as if he were slightly uncomfortable.
Appearing shy just made him that much sexier, knowing that this man was
confident, yet being so modest about the thing he loved.

“I just like to
ride. I don’t make a big deal out of winning.”

“Looks as if everyone else does. Must mean you’re pretty good
then.”

“I’m all right.”He grinned, looking up at me.

“All right
enough for me to bet on you?”I teased.

Again with that
smile, more confident now. He made me want to rip my panties off and let him
take me right here. “You don’t need to blow your money with these
guys.”He waved his hand dismissively at the crowd. “We can make our
own bet, though.”

“Oh, yeah? What
kind of bet?”

He pulled a red
and white pack of cigarettes from his back pocket, and extracted one from the bunch.
Putting it to his full lips, I watched as the flame from his lighter jumped up
and licked the tip. He exhaled away from me, then puffed a long drag from his
cigarette, eyeing me intently.

“Okay, if I win
you’re leaving here with me on the back of my bike. And I
want your lips on mine tonight.”

I sucked in a
sharp breath, tingles spreading throughout my lower body, warming me. “And if you
lose?”I whispered.

“I don’t lose.”He shook his
head, his smoldering blue eyes piercing into mine. “Those lips are
still mine, and you’re still on my bike.”

I could barely
breathe. This man hadn't even touched me and my sex was clenching from his
words alone. “That’s hardly a bet.
Doesn’t seem to benefit me at all,”I lied.

“Doesn’t it, though?”

Just then the
announcer, who I now knew as Hendrix, called Ryker and Keith up to the starting
line to prepare for the final race. Ryker closed the small gap separating us
and leaned down so that his lips were touching my ear. His breath tickled the
sensitive area, effectively breaking my skin out in goosebumps as I shivered
with desire.

He flashed me
that panty dropping smile again, winked, then stalked his way through the crowd
toward his bike.

About the Author:

Brianna Lee is an avid reader and
flavored ice coffee addict. She is also a book blogger for Brianna Lee Book
Reviews and lives in Massachusetts with her beautiful daughter.

As a busy mom and aunt, she often has
to write her stories in a notepad app on her cell phone, but late at night you
will find her typing on her laptop until she passes out on her
keyboard...literally.

Maggie does not know she is a Messenger. She has never met her eternal lover. She has never survived a Fallen One. All this changes when a Messenger awakens in the Hall of Records only to die moments later, never to return.
As Maggie sets out to determine why the Messengers are suddenly beginning to die, she crosses paths with the infuriatingly appealing Eran and their story begins.
In this riveting account of Maggie's first life on earth with Eran, the star-crossed lover's romance transpires amidst treacherous enemies, their friends' resistance, and their own opposing wills. With the odds against her, can Maggie survive long enough to admit the feelings she has so carefully denied?
Messenger is the first prequel to the bestselling Guardian Trilogy - the breathtaking romantic saga about a love that has lasted centuries between a Messenger and her Guardian.

Excerpt

He strode to me and crouched at my hip. His shirt was
already off and the nearness of his well-built chest made it a challenge to
stop myself from glancing at it. To my astonishment, he seemed not to notice my
internal plight, not even the tremble that shook me when he tenderly took my
chin and turned it toward him.

"You're healing nicely," he observed,
concentrating on my forehead.

"Mm-hmm." It was all I could muster.

This was the closest we had ever been. His lips were no more
than a few inches from me and drew my attention.

"I don't think you'll even scar."

When I didn't answer, I felt a shift in his presence and my
eyes darted up to find him staring back with his striking blue-green eyes.

We froze in place.

Only our chests rose and fell, and they did it more rapidly
the longer we stared at each other.

As his eyes lowered to my lips, his fingers tightened gently
around my chin.

The flare of his nostrils and the intensity of his stare
mesmerized me, made me want him closer. And it told me that he was struggling
too and was in profound debate over what we were doing. No ward should be this
close to their guardian, even if the ward didn't recognize them as one. It was
taboo, unheard of, an abject insult to the role the guardian had been given.
Yet, here he was, looking at me, at my lips, tensing at the sight of them.

And he wasn't alone in the struggle. For the first time, I
forgot my urge to throw him off balance, my need to establish my independence.
I was the one quickly losing my poise and forgetting who was dominant. The
charm I fought so hard to deny, the very one that drew all others to him, took
hold of me. And I gave into it out of my own free will.

Laury Falter is a bestselling author of young adult romantic suspense and urban fantasy. She is also an animal rights activist, a sailor, a one-handed golf putterer, and a Colorado River conqueror.

Rae Spencer has found out all it takes is a nasty, good old
fashioned divorce for family secrets and deception to come bubbling to the
surface.

For Rory MacGregor, his life is an open book. He's never had
time for a serious relationship. His multi-media corporation is his mistress.

Imagine his surprise when he finds himself falling for his
recent hire from America . . . his mature, attractive magazine editor, Rae
Spencer. Picture her confusion as she finds herself deeply attracted to her handsome,
take-charge Scottish boss.

Sometimes, no matter how hard you try, you can't fight love.

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Author Information

In the three short years since Jamie Salisbury
began publishing her Romance stories, she has seen her books soar to #1 on
Amazon. Her novella Tudor Rubato was a finalist in the 2012 RONE (Reward of
Novel Excellence) award, and the cover won for Best Contemporary Cover. Now in
2014, her novel Life and Lies has been nominated for a RONE in the Erotica
category. She has expanded her audience to include several now published by
Secret Cravings Publishing.

Her previous career in public relations has afforded her
with a treasure trove of endless story ideas.

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Excerpt #1

Rae looked up from the computer screen to see a man of about
forty standing in the doorway. His height was slightly below the doorframe. He
was tall. Wearing blue jeans and an Irish fisherman's sweater with a pale blue
shirt underneath, his dark brown hair contrasted off the sweater. Sable brown
eyes observed her. His smile only increased his handsome good looks.

Rae started to get up out of her chair, but her legs felt
like jelly. She finally got hold of herself, stood and met him halfway.

"It's so good to finally meet you, Mr. MacGregor."

He extended his hand and took Rae's in a firm grip.

"And it's good to meet you as well. Please call me
Rory. I don't believe in old fashioned formalities in the office."

"Well then Rory, please…call me Rae."

He sauntered into the office and sat down in one of the two
leather and chrome chairs strategically placed in front of the glass and chrome
desk.

"Very well how about if I introduce you properly to the
staff? I can give you a run down on what everyone does. I know it'll boggle
your mind for a week or two but you'll learn quickly."

"That sounds good." she replied, trying not to
look at him too directly.

Damn Shawn! He hadn't told her Rory MacGregor was not only a
younger man he had failed to let her know how handsome a man he was. Not that
she was interested. A relationship with a man was the furthest thing from Rae's
mind since all the nastiness with Duncan, the divorce…his girlfriend.

Everything in Cameron Enders' life feels like a dream since she took a trip to a remote island where she met Tristan Michaels, Hollywood's hottest man. Tristan never imagined that his get-away vacation would change his life and his heart.
But everything isn't perfect in paradise once Cameron and Tristan return to Phoenix. When Cami discovers a dark secret, her dream becomes a living nightmare. She slips back into old habits, turning to alcohol to hide her pain. As the woman he loves becomes more a stranger by the day, Tristan’s world is rocked again. He’s a helpless witness to Cami’s self-destructive cycle - until she pushes too far, testing the limits of his love. Their love is far from perfect, but he will stop at nothing, chasing it all until she has everything she deserves.
Cami’s withdrawal could strengthen or destroy everything she hopes to have with Tristan. Can Cami trust him enough to give him everything or will she cling to her secrets and their pain, tearing them apart forever?

Amazon Best Selling Angels, Demons & Devils and
Paranormal Author of Give Me Reason - The Reason Series Book One comes from
Glendale, Arizona. Zoey, was a mortgage underwriter by day and is now a
paranormal, romance and erotica novelist full-time. She writes stories as hot
as the desert sun itself. It is this passion that drips off of her work,
bringing excitement to anyone who enjoys a good and sensual love story.

Not only does she aim to take her readers on an erotic dance
that lasts the night, it allows her to empty her mind of stories we all wish
were true.
Her stories are hopeful yet true to life, skillfully avoiding melodrama and the
unrealistic, bringing her gripping Erotica only closer to the heart of those
that dare dipping into it.

The intimacy of her fantasies that she shares with her
readers is thrilling and encouraging, climactic yet full of suspense. She is a
loving mistress, up for anything, of which any reader is doomed to return to
again and again, again and again.

CAMERON ENDERS seems to have it all: a brand new condo in a city she loves, a top executive position at an international entertainment firm, an insane amount of money, and a gorgeous boyfriend. But when Cami catches the boyfriend in the act with another woman, it triggers all the anguish from years of neglect by her parents, and she realizes she never learned how to love or be loved. Cami flees to the remote tropical island of Tarah, but she can't avoid facing her problems any longer when she meets the man of her fantasies...

TRISTAN MICHAELS, one of Hollywood's hottest new stars, has come to Tarah to ride out a storm. His girlfriend of five years has been caught on camera cheating, and she's determined to make Tristan stop the story from breaking. But Tristan's done cleaning up her messes. He needs to escape all things Hollywood for a while--and especially the firm that represents him--until the whole thing blows over. What he doesn't count on is meeting an irresistibly beautiful woman, a woman who just so happens to be the CEO of the firm he's trying to avoid.

Can Tristan and Cami help each other learn to trust and love again, or will their histories of betrayal tear them apart?

Amazon Best Selling Angels, Demons & Devils and
Paranormal Author of Give Me Reason - The Reason Series Book One comes from
Glendale, Arizona. Zoey, was a mortgage underwriter by day and is now a
paranormal, romance and erotica novelist full-time. She writes stories as hot
as the desert sun itself. It is this passion that drips off of her work,
bringing excitement to anyone who enjoys a good and sensual love story.

Not only does she aim to take her readers on an erotic dance
that lasts the night, it allows her to empty her mind of stories we all wish
were true.
Her stories are hopeful yet true to life, skillfully avoiding melodrama and the
unrealistic, bringing her gripping Erotica only closer to the heart of those
that dare dipping into it.

The intimacy of her fantasies that she shares with her
readers is thrilling and encouraging, climactic yet full of suspense. She is a
loving mistress, up for anything, of which any reader is doomed to return to
again and again, again and again.

Rosie Delacroix returns to New Orleans after her mother’s disappearance, is pulled into an unimagined world and gets more than she bargained for.

Ensconced in the life of magic and voodoo, she’s surrounded by unlikely allies.

Julian Quibodeaux, an old flame, re-enters her life and their love is once again reignited like dry tinder to a flame. However, he’s been cursed and unaware he holds a terrible secret…One that could destroy their relationship.

She’ll be tested in many ways, to save the man she loves. Will her friends, and an unusual new-found gift, be enough for her to survive her journey?

AUTHOR BIO

As a young girl, Diana Marie DuBois was an avid reader and was often found in the local public library. Now you find her working in her local library. Hailing from the culture filled state of Louisiana, just outside of New Orleans; she lives with her three Great Danes and four spunky mutts. Her biggest inspiration has always been the infamous Anne Rice and her tales of Vampires. It was those very stories that inspired Diana to take hold of her dreams and begin writing. She is now working on her first series, Voodoo Vows.

Friday, May 9, 2014

Keep a low profile. That's what
Abigale Peterson was supposed to do, especially when the person she was being
protected from was one of the world's worst crime lords. After seven years in
the Witness Protection Program, she felt no safer now than she did when she was
seventeen. Revenge was rarely forgotten when it came to a professional criminal
like Zerilli.

Low
profiles meant no social life and definitely no love life.

Paranoia
and lies became daily habits, going against everything Abigale believed in, but
they kept her safe. They kept everyone safe.

Until
a house fire puts her out of that safety and into the arms of a stranger. Max
Smith is sexy, smart, and has major attitude. He’s the only one who seems to
get her. He calms her fears and comforts her from her nightmares. But he also
sees right through her lies.

Before
Abigale can stop, she’s in too deep; confiding too much and breaking the one
rule she promise herself to uphold: Never
fall in love.

Witness to my Heart excerpt:

(Note: This is a draft version…. Changes may
be made before publication)

It took only five minutes to get to Caroline's house. I pulled in
behind a black Tahoe with a thirty day tag and shook my head. She was always
buying or trading in her car. When did she find the time to buy a new car
between the last time I saw her and their trip to New York? Flakes of leather
fell from the side of my purse when I grabbed it from the floorboard. I moseyed
up the wide brick steps and jumped when her automatic flood lights on the
corner of the house popped on, lighting up the porch. Stopping at the second
flower pot on the step, I knelt down to take the key out. Of course I had my
own, but I didn’t like the idea of having a spare key under some random flower
pot.

It wasn't there.

I checked the other pots, but I still couldn't find it. Had the
idiots forgotten where they’d hidden their own secret key? I felt just as
stupid for looking for it at three in the morning. If anyone saw me poking around,
they'd probably think I was trying to rob the place.... in a short soot
streaked shirt and flip flops. I laughed at the image of myself and searched
for their key on my key ring.

Unlocking the door, I went inside, closed the door behind me, and
immediately keyed the code into the alarm next to the door. I'd come and gone
from their house enough times to count. After tripping the alarm one time too
many, it was now etched in my brain, impossible to forget. If they ever changed
it, I'd have to kill them. My shoes smacked against the hardwood floor as I
made my way down the dark hall to the kitchen. I needed something to drink. A
nice cup of hot tea, or a shot of something stronger from David's stash in top
cabinet?

A good shot or two would be perfect before bed and would probably
work a hell of a lot better than my sleeping pills. I wanted to relax and fall
asleep, not be dead to the world from the pills. Plopping my purse on the
breakfast table, I shimmed up on the counter to reach the bottles in the top
cabinet. Sorting through the bottles, the smoky blue one caught my attention
and I pulled it out and hopped down. Tequila. Perfect. Pulling a
shot glass from beneath the bar, I poured a shot and leaned forward, resting my
elbows on the countertop. The liquid was clear, but I could smell its fire from
where it sat. I had never been one to wallow in my sorrows or drown my problems
in the bottom of a bottle, but damn. When was I going to catch a fucking break?
I downed the glass and squeezed my eyes feeling the slow burn slide down my
throat and sighed at its unexpected comfort.

Most could say I was lucky to at least survive with my life after
a fire like that, and they'd be right. Possessions weren't supposed to matter
so much, and they shouldn't. But they did to me. Everything that was left of me
was in that house. I gasped when I suddenly thought about the box I'd stored in
the downstairs closest. Everything I had left of my father was in that box. It
wasn't much, only little bits I was able to salvage after his death and the
fire afterwards. More than likely it was gone now. Burned up like a forgotten
memory. I felt the tears slip down my cheeks and stared at the splats as they
fell to the countertop. I wiped my face with the back of my hand and I poured another
shot.

“You having a drink before you rob the place?” a deep voice asked
from the kitchen door.

I jumped, knocking the tequila bottle over. A shirtless man leaned
against the door frame. Grabbing a knife from the butcher block in front of me,
I raised the blade, but it shook in my grasp. My stomach felt sick as my mind
quickly conjured the numerous ways he could try to hurt me. “Don't you come any
closer?” I stepped back two paces until my back hit the edge of the counter and
reached for the cordless phone I knew was there.

He raised his hands, palms out in front of him. “Let's not get
carried away here. There's no need to call the cops.”

His voice was deep and throaty, the kind that commanded attention
when speaking. “I have every right to call the police since you’re in my
house.” I pushed the on button bring the phone to life.

He folded his arms over his smooth muscled chest with a smirk.
“Your house? Unless you've suddenly dyed your hair from blond to brown, and
it's miraculously grown from your shoulders to nearly your ass, I'd say you're
not Caroline.”

“Who the hell are you?”

“I should ask you the same. What did you do, fall down the
chimney?”

He was pissing me off. Bulging muscles or not, I could do some
damage. I wasn't just some weak girl who couldn't defend herself. Not anymore.
He probably could bring me down, but he'd have a hell of a time trying, and in
the end I'd bring him down with me. “If you don't answer my fucking question
right now—”

“David Johnson is a good friend of mine. He and his wife are
letting me stay here for a bit.”

I chewed on that idea for a minute. “Caroline said nothing about
this to me when we talked.”

“I'm not surprised. Call David yourself if you don't believe me.”

I dialed Caroline's number. She picked up on the first ring. “Abi,
is that you?” she answered.

“Yeah. Let me speak to David.”

“Abi, are you okay, everything alright?”

“Now, Caroline. And, yes, I'm fine.” I heard some
mumbling between the two of them but couldn’t make out what they were saying.

Abi? I'm here. What's the problem?”

“There’s a half-naked man standing in the kitchen doorway who
claims to know you. Are you expecting company, or should I kill him with the
knife I'm holding?”

“Oh shit. Caroline, you didn't tell her about Max? What the hell.”
Caroline murmured something I couldn’t make out. “I'm sorry, Abi. It slipped
her mind that he was coming in today. He had some business in the area and it’s
been a while since we’ve seen each other, so he’s staying for a few weeks. Put
the knife down, he's a good guy.”

“Fine. Whatever. See you guys tomorrow.” I hung up the phone
before David could say another word and put the knife back where I found it.”

“So, I get to live another day, huh?” he said with a smirk.

I gave him a glare as I looked him over. He was barefoot, wearing
a pair of holey, faded jeans that hung low on his hips. His chest was more
toned than any I'd seen, and I could actually count, one by one, the abs that
lined his stomach. Nice. Thick black swirls of ink permeated
his left shoulder, down and around his bicep. My gaze lingered on him as he
walked a few steps closer.

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About Me

I am an advid reader always have a book with me. I also have the most beautiful three great danes ever. I fell in love with the city of New Orleans when I was a small child. It has a history unique to itself and it flourishes with culture. Anne Rice is a big influence to me. The thought of Lestat walking the streets of New Orleans freaks me out to this day. I often consider myself an old soul from my love of old black and white movies and 80's I mean really who wouldn't want John Cusack holding a Boom Box under your window. I also enjoy all kinds of music, I have very eclectic tastes.
I am also an aspiring author working on two series.